An eyeball, big, yellowish, distinctly inhuman, stares raptly
between wooden slats, part of a large crate. The eye darts from side
to side, alert as hell.
A legend tries to place us - -
ISLA NUBLAR
120 MILES WEST OF COSTA RICA
- - but to us it's still the middle of nowhere.
It's quiet for a second. A ROAR rises up from the jungle,
deafening. The trees shake as something very, very large plows ahead
through them, right at us. Every head gathered in this little clearing
snaps, turning in the direction of the sound as it bursts through the
trees.
It's a bulldozer. It drops its scoop and pushes forward into
the back end of the crate, shoving it across the jungle floor towards
an impressive fenced structure that towers over an enclosed section of
thick jungle. There's a guard tower at one end of this holding open
that makes it look like San Quentin.
wolf he/him
ok
2024-04-07 17:11:23
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